OK, OK ... It's Georgia O'Keeffe in Speedway

Tulips, while simple in appearance, offer complications that contribute 

to a life long fascination with their many shapes and colors.

It's no wonder the Dutch created an entire economic bubble based

entirely on the tulips' bulbs.

I can easily see how one's mind can get wrapped around 

and in the erotic, sensuous shapes of the petals and stamens,

the way a petal feels when it is brushed against the skin.

Never mind Fifty Shades of Gray, the layers of shadow created

by the overlapping colors of flowers, the visits of the bees

collecting pollen, and the delicate touch of a hummingbird's

tongue as its long bill extracts nectar, lend themselves

to hints of pleasure to be obtained, just by imagining 

the erotic lives of flowers. 

So many otherwise modest people have planted

 veritable orgies in their front yards.

Blushing With Effort

The rain earlier this week ended around mid-morning.

I'd gone to the Herron School of Art & Design on business,

 where I saw these white tulips outside the entrance.

The blooms were so big they'd nearly overwhelmed their stems. 

When the rain collected in the blooms, the flowers

just laid down their burden to wait for drier weather.

Faffing about in Speedway

Okay, robins are a common bird. However, this is as close 

as I've gotten to a bird that will stick around 

long enough for me to take its picture.

So here you have it - the SDP ornithological

contribution to spring pictures. 

I've been stalking herons, buzzing after 

hummingbirds, and waddling after ducks,

all without success.

By the way, robins don't all go South for the winter. 

Most seem to take up residence beneath a berry tree 

on the Wishard Hospital Campus, gorging themselves 

on the bright red fruit until they cannot fly,

telling their buddies robin stories -

"I'm tellin' you, Gus, it was the biggest damn

worm I'd ever pulled out of the ground!"